News, A Little Late
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Chap. 12: News, A Little Late
While dark things were happening in Wiltshire, and a surprisingly friendly meeting in a small town in a valley, other things were happening in the equally small town of Ottery St. Catchpole. Not outside it, at the home known as the Burrow, but inside the town itself. Specifically, in the public restroom at the local municipal park. The women's side, to be exact. Which made sense, as the thing happening involved only women.
Two of them, one petite and athletic, with fiery red hair, and the other more solidly built though still slender, on the taller side, and also athletic with dark hair and vaguely Mediterranean features. The older gasped as the younger pushed her face further between the first's legs, "Oh, Merlin, G- Ginny, that's..."
No one else was nearby, Katie Bell hoped. Ginny's mother had taken a small trip with most of the orphans still staying at the Burrow, now down to just three not counting Katie herself. Ron and Molly were currently running herd on the others at the park's playground, and under the guise of needing to sit down for the toilet, Ginny had, hopefully, bought them enough time for some fun.
If not, well... things might be awkward in a few minutes.
"I... ah... h- how're you so... good at that," Katie gasped again a moment later, "Even Angie couldn't... couldn't get close, and she's been eating p-pussy for six years!"
"Pure talent," Ginny murmured, her lips and chin glistening from her saliva and the senior Chaser's juices, as one hand slid up the inside of Katie's dusky, olive-toned thigh, and the other pushed up underneath her shirt. "I noticed you aren't wearing knickers today."
"W- Well, I figured, if we were going out, then... there was a chance that I could get you or R- Ron- Oh, Merlin- a- alone for a few minutes, and... and it'd be... fuck, Ginny!"
"Are you gonna cum?" Ginny giggled, knowing full well her Quidditch Captain for the last year most definitely was.
"Y- Yeah," Katie gasped breathlessly, "R- Really soon!"
"Good. Do it then, beautiful," the younger girl told her, "Cum all over my face, right here in a public loo, you little slut!"
Katie whine, "I'm not- not a slut! I just- ahihhhhh!"
Ginny could only smile at the denial, and at the delicious almost citrus-fish tang of her Captain's squirt as it flooded her mouth and chin, dribbling down her chin onto the shirt that covered her perky breasts, and even onto the floor. "Not a slut," she giggled, "You deny it, but you just squirted all over my mouth... your lover isn't even here. Harry's a couple hundred miles away, and you just came for me, not him."
Katie whined again... but didn't deny it. Instead, she looked down at Ginny with an odd combination of humiliation and desire, one that got the red-head's juices flowing even faster as they gathered in her own knickers, which barely seemed able to contain them for now. "I..."
Then Ginny stood up, kissed the taller girl on the mouth so she could taste herself, and reminded her quietly, "But Harry and I both like it when you're a slut, Katie... so long as you're his slut, our slut. I know about you, Angelina, and the twins." She pointedly did not mention Alicia, knowing it would hurt. "This isn't the same thing, but it's close to it. All of us sort of orbit around Harry and Lilith, and that's fine. Some are closer, some are farther, at least for now, but we're all still in the same relationship... system... thing."
"That analogy sucks," Katie giggled, then leaned down to kiss Ginny again, ending with her tongue licking across the bottom of Ginny's jaw and then up to her mouth again, where she stuck it inside for a few moments. "You missed a spot."
"Yeah," Ginny sighed, before leaning in next to rest her face between Katie's breasts. "Take your shirt off, we can-"
Whatever they could have done, though, was interrupted by Ron's voice, "Katie? Gin? Mum's calling us! She just got a Patronus, someone in the Order sent news!"
Ginny sighed, "Dumbass... what timing... we'll have to pick this up later, then."
"I look forward to it..."
It took the girls a couple of minutes to get themselves put back together in a way that would hopefully be disguised, or at least difficult to spot, for Molly Weasley and the younger ones. Neither particularly cared if Ron knew what they were up to, if he could keep his mouth shut. Speaking of which...
Ginny elbowed her brother half-way back to the group, which was already mostly gathered around Molly. "What's this, shouting about Patronuses, and Order business right here in a muggle park, stupid?"
"Sh... Shut up, I was excited," Ron muttered, "It's good news, I think. Mum looked really hopeful."
"We could use some, I think," Ginny replied softly. For some reason, despite still being physically quite randy, hearing about potentially-good Order news had pushed most of the actual desire into the distant background.
"What's the 'Order', though?" Katie asked.
"We'll explain later," Ron replied, nearly whispering, "Mum doesn't need to know how much we know. The short version is, an Order Dumbledore founded during the last war. They're working against him, sort of alongside the Ministry, sort of on their own. Not sure who's leading it now that Dumbledore's gone, but..."
"Not that it's any of your business, Ronald Weasley," Molly said sternly from a dozen feet away, "As you aren't joining any time soon."
"We've been over this, Mum," Ginny sighed, "He's of age, you can't stop him. It's up to him and the Order. But if it makes you feel any better, when I'm of age, I'm probably not joining. Even if only because I expect old Moldy-shorts to be dead by then."
Their mother hissed, her eyes narrowing angrily, but she seemed to think better of starting a shouting match in the park. "Regardless, Mad-Eye says there's some good news, he's found something. So we're taking everyone back home. I'll get ice-creams to make up for it later, but can I leave you three in charge for an hour or two?"
"Sure," Katie replied, "I'm grateful for everything you've all done for us, I'm happy to help out. Um... will you be back for lunch? I can make sandwiches, but I've never done it for this many."
"I'll help," Ginny shrugged, "and I know where most of the things in the pantry are if we need to get soup or something. I'm not Mum, but I can manage some cooking."
"I'm going with you," Ron told his mother stubbornly, "I'll Floo myself if I have to. I'll even Side-Along. Or get Sirius to bring me, if you won't listen to reason."
Again, their mother's eyes narrowed, but after several seconds while the younger kids looked on nervously, she nodded, "Fine. On your own head, then. But if you get told to scarper, you go straight home. No funny business, no stalling, no arguing. Home."
"Fair enough."
Harry looked around the overcrowded sitting room of Grimmauld Place with cautious optimism. There were far more Order members here than he had known existed, about fifty, which was why all the furniture had been shoved to the side and then shrunk down so it took up even less room. As it was, everyone was standing shoulder-to-shoulder, in some cases closer still. Hermione, of age, was on his right, and Ron, of age too, on his left. He was, he thought, the only person not of their majority in the room. Most were in their forties or fifties, with the next oldest being Fleur and then Tonks, who stood next to Remus a half-dozen feet away.
He didn't really know what was going on, only that the Order of the Phoenix had important business to discuss, and that he'd been personally invited. Ron coming too had been a bit of a shock, though he couldn't quite pin down why. If Hermione was set to join, and she definitely wanted to, then why wouldn't Ron? He hated being left out, if nothing else.
Before he could ponder that for too long, a commotion at the front of the room, nearest the door, caught his attention. Finally, with a grunt, he saw Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody stand upright atop what looked like a conjured bench. "Ahem. Your attention! Attention!" Then there was a bang from his wand that had the whole room go quiet.
"I'm calling this meeting of the Order of the Phoenix together. Most of you know Dumbledore's dead. He didn't leave any instructions for anyone we can find as to who he wanted to lead if he died, but most of the senior members nominated me. So there you go. Any objections? No? Alright, then."
Harry found himself grinning. Mad-Eye was, indeed, a paranoid, probably-insane man, but he was smart, and had no love at all for the Dark Arts or those who practiced them. Having been the Senior Auror for the vast majority of the last war, and at least partially responsible for filling half the cells in Azkaban with captured Death Eaters, he could think of no one better to put in charge now.
"Couple other important matters. Granger, Weasley the younger, raise your hands. There you go. I nominate those two to join the Order. Anyone who doesn't know what they've done alongside Potter should probably not be here. Seconded?"
"Seconded," both Sirius and Remus said at once, then grinned at each other.
"Vote, then," Moody replied. "Green wand for yea, red wand for nay. Wands up!"
Harry didn't lift his own, he wasn't a member, but he saw only a couple red ones, including from Molly Weasley, not that he expected otherwise. The vast majority, though, were green. "It's done, then. We'll swear you in after.
"Next order of business: Potter. Now, I know lots of people think he should join. Here's why I think he shouldn't: paints a bigger target on his back, as well as ours. Right now, we're a thorn in Voldemort's side. If he joins officially, we'll be target number two, right behind Potter himself. Now, I'm not one to turn down a fight, but even with recent developments we just don't have the numbers yet to go toe-to-toe with the Death Eaters and win. I aim to change that, but even then I think Potter should stay out for his own safety. There's always the chance someone here will leak, after all, even if it's not intentional. No one's entirely safe from the Imperius, after all. Constant vigilance is your best bet, our best bet, of safety... but even that's not perfect. So. What do you think, Potter?"
"M- Me?" He hadn't expected to be asked anything, not about himself and his own thoughts, anyway. The question completely blindsided him, in fact, so Harry felt himself stammer for several seconds before he mentally took a step back, three deep breaths, and somehow regained a bit of control over his racing, chaotic mind. "I... I agree with you. As long as I can work alongside the order, we can share information, maybe even do things together sometimes, I see no reason why I would 'have' to join, and your points about me not joining are good. I think you'd all personally be safer if you just went home."
"Which isn't happening, pup, and you know it," Sirius growled.
"What he said," Kingsley Shacklebolt added, his low, soothing voice carrying over the murmur of protests from all over the room. "We're all members now, or close enough, Potter. We knew what we were getting into, from Mad-Eye and myself down to Weasley and Granger. If you think they don't know the risks, then you don't have any idea either, because they've been there through thick and thin right alongside you. We all know. We're all here, and we're all staying. Even Fletcher."
"R- Right," the weedy, grungy man muttered from somewhere below Kingsley's head, out of sight through the taller crowd. "Even me."
"So... informally, who thinks we should induct Potter?"
Harry actually exhaled in relief after the mostly-impromptu opinion and quick vote, when only a dozen or so of the fifty or more members of the Order lit green wand-tips. Among the reds, he knew, were Molly and Arthur, Remus, Moody, and Shacklebolt, as well as Hermione, who seemed hesitant to vote at all, though Harry noticed Mad-Eye did in fact tally both hers and Ron's green wand.
"Next big thing, and one after for tonight: Dung's got some news, but as he's too skittish to tell everyone, I'll relay what he told me and Shack. The report in the Prophet was accurate enough: three-quarters of the Malfoy home in Wiltshire is gone, wiped out. Whatever Dumbledore did at the end of the attack on Hogwarts, it seems to have significant side-effects. Word is, more than thirty Death Eaters were killed, and another twenty or so seriously injured, including Snape, who lost an arm."
"I thought he was with us?" someone called, "Our spy?"
"Apparently not anymore," Moody replied, "We haven't had communication with him since Dumbledore died. But I was able to get eyes on him myself three days ago, and he was definitely missing the arm. Had it wrapped up and everything. My guess- and it's just a guess- is that within the month they'll be in a new place, have a new headquarters set up. But for now, there's still a lot of Death Eater activity there, and it's a good bet Voldemort himself is still present given the overall security they have."
"What security is that, precisely," McGonagall asked from across the room.
"Good question, Minnie," Moody replied, making her snort at the nickname, "Most of Malfoy's outer wards held against whatever Dumbledore did, but the inner protections are gone, including the Fidelius they had on a few rooms. I was able to see down inside them, all underground, except for one room. They've got a good portion of the basement set up as an emergency shelter of sorts, a lot like the one the muggles used during the last Great War when some of our older folks were kids. There's a rich bedchamber, I think that's Voldemort's, though I wasn't able to see him in the hour or so I had before I got spotted. And... and there's cells. For prisoners. Prisoners who're being used to 'keep up morale'."
"What's that mean?" another man asked, and Harry craned his head over Ron's shoulder to see a tall, weedy man he didn't recognize, but that looked a little like Demelza Robbins in Ginny's dorm. "'Keep up morale'?"
"Not to put too fine a point on it," Kingsley replied with a sigh, "They're being used as pleasure slaves. Mostly women, but some men as well."
"I got a count of about twenty-five," Moody added with a growl, "and there's good odds not one of them want to be there. I'd bet ten Galleons that Miss Ross, who disappeared from Nocturne after the Death Eaters found young Mr. Malfoy and turned him into a bloody corpse, is there."
"Wait, Malfoy's dead?" Ron asked, "That's great news!"
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, "He was a classmate of ours! A kid! No matter how foul he was."
"I won't mourn him," Harry muttered, "Not after what he did to Isabella Ross and Mandy Brocklehurst."
"I... I suppose I won't either," Hermione sighed, "what he did to them was horrible. But that doesn't mean we should celebrate him dying, either."
"No... that's a fair point," Harry agreed. "I'm still not going to mourn him, though."
"If you're done chattering," Moody growled loudly, and Harry blushed as he realized most of the room's eyes were on the three of them. "I haven't got a good lead on other safe-houses yet. We're going to keep looking. But in the meantime, I need the senior leaders to start coming up with ideas. We're going to try and hit the Malfoy house. Take out as many Death Eaters as we can... but our objective will be to rescue the prisoners. We'll meet again tomorrow afternoon to hash out a plan, and the day after, we'll move. Even if you aren't leadership, go to your team leads with ideas. I won't turn down anything sound. Anything that will help us infiltrate, perform the raid successfully, protect our own, or get the prisoners out safely. Meeting adjourned until tomorrow at... say, three."
Harry couldn't believe it. Not only were Hermione and Ron going to join the Order without him (which felt strange, though he did agree with Mad-Eye's logic), but they were actually moving against the Death Eaters openly. Even after they'd just discussed not having the wands to fight on equal footing!
Which meant...
Moody had a plan. A proactive plan. It was a far cry from Dumbledore... but even though Harry missed the old man terribly, he thought the Order might actually be better off for it. Moody, at least, was decisive and did not hesitate to act when it came time.
Fleur Delacour sighed, wistful, hopeful. She, too, had attended the Order meeting hours ago. She had come home to help assist with dinner. She'd gone about her day normally.
But, she now knew, nothing had been normal about it.
The charm didn't lie. The muggle test confirmed it.
She'd been worried three days ago, when her monthly hadn't started.
Harry couldn't have done it to her unless he wanted to, she knew and believed that. But a moment of weakness, of passion...
She sighed. How was she going to tell him, who insisted he wasn't yet ready to be a father, that he was going to be in just under nine months?